Luther's eyes lit up before he burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Pearl. You are truly a brilliant woman."
Indeed, he was drawn to her, not for love, but because he appreciated her intelligence.
Pearl remained composed as she sighed deeply. "So how long will you keep up this act?"
Luther stopped short. "What are you talking about?"
Pearl considered her words and placed a folder on his desk. "I've done some digging into your past, why you are the way you are, and why you took Nina in."
At the mention of the name, a vein on Luther's temple throbbed.
"You took her in because she was left by her mother, just like you were, and because she resembles your mother. You're not one to trust easily, so you investigated her background and uncovered a big secret. She's your half-sister."
Luther smiled and clenched his jaw. "You really are smart."
Suddenly, Luther grabbed her, pinning her to the couch.
"I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?" He pressed down on her neck, his eyes burning with anger, as if he was about to strangle her.
Pearl struggled to breathe but was determined to make her point. "Luther… cough… What's the point of all this struggle? You're just fighting yourself. You're dragging so many innocent people into your turmoil. But does any of it really matter?"
At the word 'matter', Luther released his grip. He slumped back on the couch, his voice low and defeated. "If I don't fight, I remain the son of a mistress. People would scorn me. If I don't rise above, how will I survive?"
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